Arvind Iyerさんのイラストまとめ

I keep telling the wind of our stories. Tell me you hear my whispers at the edge of your dreams.

#vss365 #stories #amwriting

As time-portals keep opening through the long, long night, we regale each other with tableaux from our #stories, jumping in & out of the past, present & future, painting joys & sorrows in similarly vivid colors, treading a circle repeatedly defined by both hope & despair.
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"Where do my dreams come from, Mama?" asked Emerald.
"From verdant fields, born in the folds of sunlight"
"And mine?" asked Sapphire.
"From blue skies, born in the lap of #clouds"
"And mine, Mama?" asked Ruby.
"Yours‌, dear, are born in the womb of life, guilded by fire"
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The #tattoo triggered so many memories. Of her days in the forest, of ghosts who lived in the trees, the visit to Voklìere, the underworld lair of animals who humans couldn't see. The tattoo, & the man bearing it, his face handsome as a lion's, triggered so many memories.
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walking at the edge of water, a lake by which ghosts dance through moonlit nights, black roses, her honeyed eyes, stardust, & starfish, all bloom in the lake's periphery; words heard long ago echo in the cold air, an orange planet descends, light diffuses, golden ~
#vss365 #dream

While we were apart, my soul was still #chained to the memories of you, replaying & reliving all the moments we'd spent together. All those glorious summers & intimate winters– us, united in the embrace of a sometimes delicate, sometimes intense pleasure.
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As the bus passed through the village, he saw her. Long, wavy tresses covered by a shawl that hid part of her angelic face, sensuously #demure hazel eyes, lips that quivered in the chill. Years later, he'd still remember her & wonder why he never got down at that village.
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In the end, the battle wasn't won by a final throw of the warrior's #poleaxe, but by a razor-sharp strike of his fearless intent.

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7 wild horses run
into 7 colors
of a rainbow-filled horizon

Violet takes the flowery road
Indigo flies across painted clouds
Blue runs into star-ways
Green jumps across oceans
Yellow cascades into springs
Orange struts in candyland
Red gallops on fields of clay

#SlamWords R7

hate, like love
would be a long #drawn out affair
the hurt & the pain would singe
at the surface, first
& then seep in
s l o w l y
years of sweetness
(how forced it was at times)
replaced by irrepressible bitterness
our hate, like our love
would be an affair
to remember

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